I’m not a nurse.
I don’t want to be a nurse.
I am interested in medical things.
I watch House and, back in the day, I watched ER and Chicago Hope.
I picture myself more in the role of Dr. House or Dr. Jeffrey Geiger on Chicago Hope.
I loved Dr. Geiger; he was a superior doctor and a tormented human being. I identified with Dr. Geiger quite a bit at one time.
When I was in elementary school we disected a frog. I assigned names to everyone on my team: Dr. Welby, Dr. Kildare, Dr. Quincy. We all had some kind of doctor name. I think I was Dr. Welby.
But back to the nurse.
My husband called me at work yesterday afternoon.
“I think I am getting a cold.” he said.
“No you’re not,” was my less-than-sympathetic response. “Just ignore it; it will go away.”
That strategy has worked for me more than once over the years. I am a firm believer in pushing through, in not giving in, in digging deep.
Not so my husband. I don’t mean to sound cold or uncaring, truly I don’t. I just find it difficult to be patient with the sniffles. The common cold, for heaven’s sake.
I’ve been burned by this attitude before, though. Earlier this year I refused to belive my husband was sick. He had the pneumonia shot in the fall, he couldn’t possibly have pneumonia. Who knew that the pneumonia shot was only good for certain strains of pneumonia and that he truly did have pneumonia. I had a good feast of crow the day our doctor told him he did, indeed, have pneumonia.
But back to the present, and the cold that apparently has dared to cross our doorstep. I arrived home from work this afternoon and my husband was in bed. Asleep. With a cold.
Lawd. Be thankful I am a Business Analyst and a writer and not a nurse. It wouldn’t be pretty.
hope he feels better soon…and you don’ t catch it…
He seems much better today, Deb.
Something else we have in common — we stoics make lousy nurses.
That we do!
You found me through Deb Shucka, and now I came here to meet you. I’m impressed that you’re on WordPress. I couldn’t figure it out a year ago when my publisher said if they were going to publish my book I needed a blog and/or website. Blogger was it, but I’m glad. I’ve made so many great friends. And now you. I’m so glad. I read your blurb on your old blog about your adoptee story and the memoir you’re writing. It sounds SO interesting and moving. I’m anxious to read it.
Welcome Ann! I was on blogger for a long time before I switched over to WordPress. Both have their advantages, I think. I’m adding you to my blog roll – I’ll be visiting your place often!
Hahaha! That made me laugh because I work in the med field..surgery to be exact. Although I’m not a nurse, I’m a surgical tech, I do understand where you’re coming from. I try to sympathetic to sickies, but when you are around people who truly have illness issues, you just want to tell them to stop their whining, there are real sick people out there! (like your hubby?) Hope he feels better soon, and hopefully you don’t get it too!
YaYa, you would certainly understand if you work in the medical field!
LOL, too funny. I know what you mean. Hope that dreadful cold goes away soon!
I am SO not a nurse! My advice is always the same: Have a cup of tea with honey. This wasn’t such good advice when my son broke his wrist and after three days I agreed he could have it xrayed. (Can’t believe I’m admitted this in front of God and everyone). The illusive Mother of the Year award slipped through my grasp once again that year!
Good to see you again, Karen. Glad to know I’m in good company! 🙂
I can really relate to this. I’m not only not a nurse, but also not good around the liquid parts of humanity. Plus men seem to enjoy being ill a little too much. Thanks for the chuckle and for making me feel in good company.